Howlin' Wolf

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I am working my way

to sing like Chester Arthur Burnett;

a voice that will stop trains,

will bring lightning onto smokestacks,

will send a hurtful woman on her way

or bring her back, even bring back

a little red rooster

whose absence has left the barnyard

in a state of constant agitation.

I want the dogs to moan at my voice,

the hounds to howl when I call.

When I call with this voice,

I may get water

or I may get gasoline

but my voice will call,

and there will be a response;

something in the dark calling back.

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